maybe i'm like a speedbump

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go ( Read more... )

California is to me ( Read more... )

Quel jour! J'ai pris l'examen de Francais (pardonnez-moi, je suis tout paresseux avec les accents) et je crois que je n'ai pas rate! D'ailleurs, je crois que j'ai fait bien. Donc je sera la note en deux semains ( Read more... )

I am so glad I went; Tchaikovsky would have his way with me if I were gay (what?) but that doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. The timpani, yes, it was the timpani that grasped my throat with its aural, booming, resoundingly menacing and demonic but triumphant and powerful stength; it kicked me with the very force of fate, the seared me with ( Read more... )

Ah, so there was not much difficulty in leaving, although there were many other students who had difficulty. It reminded me of the end of CTY, with people crying and hugging, luggage and carts and collections of things being transported, away, away for ever ( Read more... )

Here I am in Boston, six weeks older, six weeks stupider, six weeks separated and six weeks engrossed. I imagine optimistically that I will feel smarter outside of PROMYS, although I imagine many things that may not come to pass. I am a few weeks away from the next movement, and I am not sure if I am prepared ( Read more... )

Maybe I'm just not the blogging type.

I think I might've bruised my lips or something.

I got into that math prpogram at BU to which I applied. It's number theory, so it should be fun. However...I have some worries about how it would work with the mle.

Will everything converge to closure?

Today is Saturday, May 29, and I am alive.

"She was ... a little bit of all right."

Two Gallants
Dubliners,
James Joyce